Last week, Eli started the Classics-Based Writing course through SchoolhouseTeachers.com, our “go-to” for ALL our homeschool curriculum. He studied the poem, “Opportunity,” by Edward R. Sill (!841-1887). Today, I used one of the suggestions in the lesson and asked him to rewrite the poem as a short story. It could be set in any time … Continue reading “Opportunity” Eli’s Poem!
Poetry
The Scent of Grief
Liquid gold, drinking in the aroma Of Gain laundry detergent, regular scent Inhaling deeply the month of June, Sterile hospitals, funeral homes, And her, still covered with the fluid of my womb Whispers of family and friends on soft summer breezes, Gathered fully for the first time in years, To mourn our lost love Eyes … Continue reading The Scent of Grief
Creation of the Violin
By Regina Cyzick Harlow She longed for me, my mother did To hold her baby flesh and blood When I was born into this life She fell ill and shortly died I lived without her twenty years I cried ten thousand bitter tears But I went off to find my love Guided by mother’s hand … Continue reading Creation of the Violin
Wind
By Regina Cyzick Harlow 3/1/2018 Caterwauling windScrapes branchesAgainst my nervesRattling my soulLeaving me in a constant state of angstUnsettled, unnerved, gloomyPerhaps a kiteOr harnessed power experimentMight lift my spiritBut insteadI’m drinking coffeeAnd sulkingIn my favorite yellow chairAbout the wind
Rambling Thoughts
I wrote this poem several years ago. I thought perhaps by now I could write a different one, but this is as true today as it was then. This poem is not directed toward any specific party, person, or group. Just a poem processing the emotions I feel for our nation these days. My only … Continue reading Rambling Thoughts
Rescue
By Regina Cyzick Harlow Flashing blue lights Watery in my rear view mirror Rain pounds relentlessly Sirens scream past I pause I pray For whoever is in need For officers risking lives to respond For emergency personnel Who cannot unsee what lies ahead For nurses and doctors Who give all they can Rain pounds relentlessly … Continue reading Rescue
The Harlow Hearth 